My ex was a therapist and sometimes when he spoke (very very vaguely), about a case that he was worried about or he felt his day was particularly difficult, I couldn’t help but feel instinctual protectiveness - to shield him from the ‘bad’, but simultaneously worried I couldn’t be anything other than ok because he was dealing with lots at work too. I also felt jealous when he spoke of clients making great progress, and his pride and sparkle were so apparent and I never quite got that with his interactions with me. And obviously I wouldn’t, because he wasn’t MY therapist. We didn’t have that relationship. So I guess the hard thing was that it was just a completely different side of him that people had access to, and I found that hard. And I was sometimes jealous if his clients. I do think as well that because he was a very new therapist, he was more acutely affected by things than a very seasoned therapist.